Tangled Dance (Miguel Ohara x Y/N) Enemies to Lovers

Miles Morales

The past year felt like a never-ending act of pretending to be all smiles and fine. One bright spot? I managed to avoid Miguel – score for me. Dude was busy and moody, so steering clear was a no-brainer. We had way too much unsaid stuff hanging over our heads.

Miguel went to the extreme of using Hobie as his messenger boy whenever he needed something. Recently, Gwen joined the crew, and both she and Hobie teamed up to let me know what Miguel was after. And that's why my door was locked today – faking sickness or playing possum, take your pick.

Gwen was really my only best friend here, as close as I could get to having a best friend, because I kept an act going. No one had a clue about my past or the tangled history I shared with Miguel. Keeping it all hidden was the best way to throw 'em off.

Miguel and I had a pact – if anyone asked why Spidermans were playing bodyguard around me, we'd chalk it up to helping me manage some quirky spider thing that I'd keep hush-hush about.Privacy? Yeah, right – even in my own room, there's a dynamic duo of Spidermans keeping tabs on me. And yeah, my room? It's a windowless fortress.

Honestly, it's like living in a fancy jail cell, but I can't exactly bellyache about it without sounding like a total villain. That's because Miguel takes any talking back as me being evil. He told me to forget of my identity at huntsman, he told me I am Imode, a Spiderwoman, nothing more nothing less. Nothing evil or vengeful. 

Knock knock Pause Knock knock Pause Knock knock knock. I recognized the pattern immediately, but I wasn't about to open up.

"Imo," a muffled voice came through the door. Gwen.

I cleared my throat, faking a cough for good measure. "I'm sick," I croaked.

"Imo, I can tell you're putting on a show. Seriously, I want you to meet someone. Can you please just come out?" Gwen's voice sounded almost desperate. I let out an exasperated sigh, knowing I couldn't say no when she begged. She never begged.

I dragged myself up and swung the door open. There stood Gwen, looking all frazzled, and beside her was this young African American boy.

"Oh, is this the dude you can't shut up about?" I teased, giving her a lopsided grin. She shot me a look that said 'behave,' and the kid just smiled and waved.

"Hey, I'm Miles Morales," he introduced himself, sounding eager. "And you're Spiderwoman?"

No, I'm not.

"Yep, just one of the many spider-people in town." I said chuckling. 

He gave me an appraising look, his gaze moving up and down my suit. "Nice suit, but what's the deal with the brown suit and blue hair? Is your universe stuck in sepia tones or something?" he asked sounding genuinely curious.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nope, no monochromatic vibe. I just like brown, you know? It's calming, not too flashy," I replied, not entirely fibbing. Sure, brown was a nod to the huntsman spider's color, but it was also a conscious choice to blend in and not attract too much attention. Smart kid, picking up on the details.

I stepped out of my room, feeling the intense gaze of the two Spiderman guards still lingering on my back. Gwen's voice sounded a bit peculiar as she spoke, "Thought we'd show him around now that he's here..."

Oh, so he wasn't really supposed to be here. My eyebrow arched, but I played it cool. "Sounds like a plan. Lead the way," I agreed. 

I went along with the flow, my mind kind of wandering, until it hit me – we were headed straight to Miguel's office.

My stomach churned with unease. This was it, heading straight into the lion's den. It was too late to back out now.

Gwen and I watched as Hobie and Miles did their thing, chatting it up, while we sauntered into Miguel's office. There he was, Mr. Broody himself, chilling on his platform. He made his grand entrance, lowering himself down, and I swear my heartbeat cranked up the volume, making my whole body shake.

Miles, full of youthful energy, joined the scene, chatting away about the spider society and his desire to be a part of it. Little did he know, he had a long way to go before he fully grasped what he was getting into.

Miguel? Yeah, he didn't seem too thrilled, and boy, could you tell. With every word he spat out, it was like the world around me turned into white noise. All I could focus on was the tension ricocheting back and forth.

The conversation took a turn towards the whole canon event situation, and I felt my blood start to boil. Seriously? We were revisiting this old argument. My frustration surged as memories of that heated exchange resurfaced.

My scoff couldn't have been more audible, and Miguel's head snapped in my direction, a glare drilling into me. "What is she doing here?" he demanded, his irritation palpable.

I just ignored him, and he went back to conversing with the poor kid that was being drilled over something he had no control over.

Within minutes, Miles had run off.